Early morning early summer walk along a wooded road with the collie. Black-eyed vireo—the “Preacher Bird”—finally shuts up. The only sound now, distant years. The collie stops to sniff something amid the roadside weeds. I spy a single garlic mustard plant in bloom, right next to his right back paw. How’d I miss it before this? I stoop to yank it from the ground. Just as I get my hand around it, the collie lifts his back right leg. The black-eyed vireo resumes his sermon.